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New York, condo, 10pm
Anni: *opens door*
Scott: *stares at Anni*
Anni: ...Didn't have fun?
Scott: You did this. *steps in*
Anni: *shuts door, turns around* What happened?
Scott: The woman was a freaking psycho.
Anni: She seemed nice on paper.
Scott: *turns around* She belched a piece of steak at me.
Anni: *smirks, covers mouth*
Scott: It's not funny.
Anni: *smiles* It's a little funny.
Scott: I'm not dating anymore.
Anni: It's only your first crack at it, I'm sure there will be better ones.
Scott: How about this? I don't want to date.
Anni: Is that how you look at life? One bad experience and you run away forever?
Scott: *crosses arms* I don't understand why it's so important.
Anni: You told me you didn't want to die alone.
Scott: *sits on couch*
Anni: *walks over, sits* You haven't signed the divorce papers, have you.
Scott: *rubs eyes* No.
Anni: *places hand on Scott's arm*
Scott: I can't do it.
Anni: Maybe you should call Lori and talk to her.
Scott: The last time I saw her, I threatened to put her through a wall.
Anni: Lori doesn't go for that?
Scott: *looks at Anni*
Anni: Sorry.
Scott: I'm going to bed.
Anni: It's only 10.
Scott: *stands, walks away*
Bedroom
Scott: *unbuttons shirt*
Anni: *steps in, shuts door* You have work in the morning?
Scott: No.
Anni: *nods*
Scott: You're welcome to stay.
Anni: In here?
Scott: ...There are 2 bedrooms.
Anni: Right. *points finger* And you're going on your second date tomorrow. She seems really nice.
Scott: That's what you said about the last one.
Anni: She's a chemical engineer, her name's Lucinda. You wanted someone who was on your level, right?
Scott: *lifts brow* Chemical engineers are not on my level. I was hoping for maybe a business major or something.
Anni: *smiles* Ooh. Lori's going for her business major.
Scott: What?
Anni: Yeah, she's taking courses.
Scott: *stares blankly*
Anni: She could probably run Riley's company in the next 10 years.
Scott: ...Good to know.
Anni: *kisses Scott's cheek* Night. *walks away*
Restaurant, 6pm
Lucinda: *smiles* Nice to meet you, Scott.
Scott: Likewise.
Lucinda: I read your file, you're a data analyst downtown?
Scott: Yeah. *pulls out chair*
Lucinda: *sits* I almost went into the financial field myself.
Scott: Really? *sits* What stopped you?
Lucinda: There's so much corruption going around, I didn't want to be a part of that.
Scott: Understandable.
Lucinda: You've never worked for the government, right?
Scott: No.
Lucinda: Good. *opens menu* They aren't listening then.
Scott: *tilts head* Excuse me?
Lucinda: *lifts eyes* The government spies on its people, you didn't know that? Why do you think there are so many payphones out there? To record our conversations. In the era of cellphones, you don't think it's weird that payphones weren't taken out of service?
Scott: I don't use a cellphone very often. Besides, payphones are on a landline so when there's satellite disruption, we still have a means of contact.
Lucinda: That's what they want you to believe. And the satellites are another beacon of global control. You can't even watch whatever you want on television. The airwaves are controlled by the government.
Scott: ...To an extent, yes.
Lucinda: It's all about oppressing the people and gaining money and resources. Why do you think Lincoln burried gold at the White House? He knew the market would never last.
Scott: *stares at Lucinda*
Lucinda: And if you want oppression, you should see the midwifery career. Why don't they call it midmanery? I'll tell you why. It's so men can continue to oppress women.
Waiter: *walks over* Can I start you off with some drinks?
Scott: Whiskey.
Waiter: And for the lady?
Lucinda: I'll just have some lemon water.
Waiter: Sure. *walks away*
Lucinda: You never know what they put in the water nowadays. I happen to think the extraction of fluoride was a government conspiracy to diminish the health of the American public so we'd get sick and fork over more money to the healthcare sector.
Scott: *sigh* Okay.
Lucinda: Which, by the way is a clusterdoink in itself. *smiles* Pardon my french.
7:30pm
Lucinda: *cuts steak* You know, there are aliens living among us.
Scott: *blinks* Aliens.
Lucinda: Yep. The Royal family's all aliens, it's why Diana was murdered.
Scott: ...She died in a car accident.
Lucinda: *taps temple*
Scott: *rubs eyes*
Lucinda: I think Jesus was probably an alien. And HEY did you know he actually had a wife and children? The Vatican introduced that Shroud of Turin to suppress the fact that he had a bloodline of alien children.
Scott: *nods slowly*
Lucinda: It's why they faked the moonlanding. It's so the aliens on the moon wouldn't be discovered.
Scott: I don't think they faked the moonlanding. *sips drink*
Lucinda: They did and they did it in cahoots with the media. Oh boy now THAT'S a doozy. The media has been manipulating the public for
years. Don't even get me started on their involvement with 9/11.
Scott: *lifts eyes*
Lucinda: It's amazing what you can do with photoshop and special effects. You know the planes? They weren't planes. What happened was the government actually shot two warheads and the media converted the images into planes so the public would be fooled into thinking a terrorist organization was responsible but in reality, it was really our own government. Can you believe that?
Scott: No. I really can't.
Lucinda: The real planes were diverted to secret air fields and the passengers were paid off and their identities were changed so the truth would never get out. You know what
really brought down the buildings? Explosive charges. I heard some eyewitnesses say they saw bombs. Why would they lie about that? And you know the real reason it happened?
Scott: *places glass on table*
Lucinda: America's gonna run out of oil. Iraq happens to have some of the biggest deposits on Earth and the only way we can secure our own survival is to take them over and that means we would have needed an important enough reason to go over there. It was a brilliant plot. You remember the aliens I was talking about earlier? The Bush family are aliens.
Scott: Right.
Lucinda: And the survivors were paid off so they wouldn't tell anyone what they really saw. I wonder how they sleep at night.
Scott: *looks at watch* You know what, I actually have somewhere to be right now. *lifts head* I apologize, I should have said something earlier. *stands*
Lucinda: B-
Scott: It's been lovely and strange and we should never do this again. *places money on table* Have a wonderful evening and don't worry, my money's completely clean. There are no listening devices in Grant's eyes. *walks away*
Lucinda: *looks down at money*
Condo, 8:50pm
Scott: *walks in, shuts door*
Anni: Well? How'd it go?
Scott: She made Katie look sane.
Anni: But her file, I-
Scott: Obviously she's been sitting near way too many chemicals.
Anni: *sigh* I'm sorry, I thought this one would be better than the last one.
Scott: Alright, hit me with it. Who's the next one you have in mind?
Anni: ...Pablo Perez.
Scott: That sounds like a man's name.
Anni: He's compatible with you.
Scott: *stares at Anni*
Anni: *stares at Scott*
Scott: *smirks*
Anni: *smiles*
Scott: *laughs, wraps arms around Anni*
Anni: *smiling* See? You're having fun.
Scott: Maybe a little.
Anni: HA.
Scott: *smiling*
TBC........................................
